imagination

The blackness of the moon Will soon come to show The sands of blue-gray desert, And the seas will swell to escape The dying beaches of the world.

I've travelled to the sun and back, Deep burns caress my heart. I've seen the past and The future's quite the same, Two seeds upon a wing, Two years already gone. Don't fade away like my dreams once did, Rose petals shower me away.

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